A Body’s Decay
A good day
Joy laden all the way
Tainted only by the decay
Of my feeble body
Such a minute piece of my being
Has oft’ brought me to kneeling
And left my mind swamped with hate
Toward my neighbors, my world, and I
Yet to spite this pain I steel my heart
Recalling the forgotten joy I’ve held from the start
For though the pain has left its mark
I can still be happy
This poem is about:
Me